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Salil Panvalkar Oct 2012
Walking down the street, you catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman

And in a second, your life flashes by, she’s with you till the end

Your grave is freshly dug, she sheds a tear

You've not had enough of her, you refuse to leave

She goes home and your ghost follows

She holds a picture of the two of you, forces a smile

Dinner seems to be the most silent and most painful

The television helps, at times

The actors fall in love time and again, this gives her hope

They make her laugh, yet your ghost just sits there. Expressionless

She reads, and reads some more

Books seem to be her new love

The pile next to her bed grows weekly as she can’t stop turning the pages

An old friend visits her, they speak about you

She puts on a smile but she’s not ready yet

They drive down to the fields and the grass clears her mind if only for a while

Your ghost takes a walk and leave her be for a while, but it’s not done yet

Weeks pass, your ghost wanders

She smiles a lot more, even laughs time and again

Once again, she has others in stitches

The second passes.

She walks past.

And yet her ghost just sits there. Expressionless
5.4k · Dec 2013
A Lighthearted Journey
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
Light at the tunnel's end
Engulfed in a sea of darkness
An oasis for a weary traveller
4.3k · Nov 2013
A Monsoon Tale
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
I sat on one of the park's two swings
With my left arm plastered; in a sling
I pushed the ground with my feet as I gazed at the sky
Through the air, wafted the delicious smell of fish fry
'twas the month of June and monsoon was upon us
Children were frolicking in the mud, as they got off the school bus
The sky was filled with clouds waiting to wash the earth clean
Hanging in the sky as if by strings unseen
A flock of birds flew down to peck on the scattered grain
To not run towards them and watch them scatter, it took much refrain
The lonesome dog seemed blissful, his stomach full for the day
Barking like mad and running in circles, on his own tail did he wish to prey
The trees swayed gently, their leaves still wet from the morning shower
I wonder how they've managed to withstand time's fearsome power
For millions of millenia, they've stayed rooted and spread their seed
Only to be turned to timber by man's single deed
I snap out of my thoughts as you place a gentle hand upon my shoulder
In that moment, I forget that the gaze I reserved for you was meant to be colder
You stand in front of me, frowning slightly and pleading with guilty eyes
I stand up, smile and walk away. I've never been one for goodbyes.
2.9k · Dec 2012
Boxes
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
Across a void of space and time far away from where I am supposed to be, but a lot closer to myself
Headed away from home but towards it at the same time
All I have is a select few thoughts packed into boxes
Boxes that I treat as if they're a part of me
From boxes on wheels to boxes that fly,
To boxes that clearly say, "I live as if I'm never going to die."
We go looking for more boxes, boxes that we places parts of ourselvs in
And sometime we decide it's time
To give away a box or two
After all that we've been through
Castles built of boxes tumble time and again
And yet we build, for boxes will always be available at a bargain
They say "No need to carry your own boxes, let us do it for you!"
And while you're waiting on your boxes; Here, it's on us, have a brew
Boxes of color, boxes of shapes
Boxes that distinguish us based on our drapes
Drowning in a sea of boxes, can we barely see land
But thankfully whenever you want to move your boxes, there's always someone to lend a hand
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2014
And indeed there will be time

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street

Rubbing its back upon the window panes

There will be time

There will be time to prepare a face

To meet the faces that you meet

There will be time to ****** and create

And time for all the works and days of hands that lift a hand to drop a question on your plate

Time for you and time for me

And time yet for a hundred indecisions

And time for a hundred visions and revisions

Before the taking of a toast and tea
This is a poem from Zack Braff's movie Wish I Was Here. Not mine, but I wanted to share it.
2.3k · Nov 2014
Windows 9 to 5
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2014
Programmers   are   the   new   age   Necromancers
At a keyboard and screen, for aeons, they tap away
With   the   finesse  and  precession  of  tap dancers

They converse patiently with the  cold  and  lifeless  machine
With the love and care the rest of us reserve only for children
Filled with bewildering communiques is their lifelong dream

Their eyes dart back  and  forth in a room full of people
Hoping  to  avoid  the  gaze that leads to a conversation
In a church, at mass time, you’ll find them in the steeple

They are the toy makers of our current times
That provide  your  life  with  leisure and joy
To  them  is their code,  as  to  us, our rhymes
Ever since I've started working alongside some very talented programmers, I have come to realise that they could as well be writing poetry meant only to be understood by machines, which moves them and brings them to life in turn giving us some of the most ingenious images created by man, possible only on a computer screen.
2.1k · Nov 2014
Fuck Shopping Malls
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2014
You decide to rekindle
Your love for camping in the woods
You drive 5 hours
To get to the Reserve
The one you loved visiting when you were a child
Only to be welcomed
By a giant ******* shopping mall
add your own fright as a comment or post as a poem on your page
1.9k · Dec 2012
Stop. Look. Ponder.
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
May we question, may we wander
Out illustrious dreams may cause us to blunder

But fear not, do not give in
Even though the night's mistress may lure you with her skin of porcelain

Today, tomorrow might seem bleak
And tomorrow when you look back, you might think of yourself as weak

Volcanoes might erupt under your already tired feet
Leap away with all your might, don't wait for winter to bring along the sleet

Look into my eyes when you speak to me, she said
I fear doing so I say; for a single moment of pleasure, too much blood has already been shed

Speaking the truth you might think you are
Open your eyes, dreaming you were in the back seat of the car

The tin man becomes human once and for all
Only to be thrown into a tin can, "When you press this button, it shoots a very heavy ball."

The seconds pass and yet no light shines
Always in a hurry, you fail to appreciate the wind chimes

In an age where there's a scarcity of surplus and a surplus of scarcity ,
People no longer wander aimlessly around the city

Structure, form and order
Just another question, Why these borders?

Stop. Look. Ponder.
Don't always do, take some time to wonder.
1.8k · Jan 2013
Obsession
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2013
I shall keep you close to my heart
And smother you with my art

The change in my pocket isn't enough to bring about change
It's strange that accepting this doesn't make me feel strange

The twenty pack I casually smoke away
Keeps me from worrying how much I make in a day

As I read thoroughly every article in the paper about you
It makes me wonder, am I really glad that we're through?

I fear leaving the confines of my thoroughly sanitised bubble
For I know that when I enter again, so shall rubble

Poised atop the rubble out there stands a figure, bruised and weary
Her eyes glisten not with lust but with passion; her thoughts, priceless; but her looks, dreary

As always I shall try and end on a high
As per the Wright brothers, if you obsess enough, one day you WILL fly.
1.7k · Jan 2012
I wish there were words
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2012
I wish there were words to make you see
words to express these images
but im not a painter, neither much of a talker
i take solace in the silence
as there are sounds to shut out
no sounds keeping me from the symphonies in my head


The impulses recreating euphoria
that feeling of joy, which i wish i could share
i wish i had the words to express
but all i have is this silence
it gives me pleasure, it gives me joy
i wish i could share it


Babies, i envy the most
the only image that matters to them is that of their mother’s tired yet content face
in that little brain of theirs is imagination in its purest form
untainted by the world
dragons they haven’t seen yet, neither fair princesses
but even then they dream when they sleep
and those tiny brains of theirs explode into a billion different colours
and equal number of shapes, which none of us remember


That’s the reason for their smile
the laughter without a cause
because they haven’t been told yet how beauty is defined by the world
in their eyes everything is beautiful
they have seen true beauty
they show it to you by holding your finger in their puny hands
and you feel a sudden rush of warmth you feel when you look into a lover’s eyes

I wish there were words to tell you how I feel
words, to show you the world through my eyes

to describe the shapes I see when I stare at a wall for too long,
that  feeling of wanting to fall back into a dream
the words to tell you why I love that one particular song
the one that plays over and over in my head
but somehow I can’t remember if I have ever heard it or not

One day I wish I find a dictionary that translates thoughts into words.
1.6k · Jan 2012
Seven Seas Away
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2012
Seven seas away, waiting on a glimpse of a face

Trying to keep busy with mundane things that do not intrigue or interest

Closing my eyes and watching you as you sleep with your lips slightly parted

I kiss them, you move, you know, you pull me towards yourself

Your embrace keeps me warmer than the heat from a thousand suns

Your pixelated smile on my laptop makes me happier than i possibly think anything can

Wishing that the days would simply fly past without bothering me

Or wishing that you would simply fly right into my arms

As i wait here, thinking of times past

Has it really been that long i ask myself?

It feels like yesterday that i sat on you chair eating that omelette you cooked with loving care

Talking my heart out, knowing not that someday i would walk into that room by myself, close my eyes tight and wish that you magically appeared when i open them

But alas, my childlike mind still believes in miracles
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2013
heres to another night spent writhing about in bed
like a serpent in the vast cosmic ocean bearing its fangs at each tiny source of light
a plethora of thoughts come to mind right when the head hits the soft stack of pillows
the trees and the leaves rustle as if sandpaper being scraped against a human face

and it leaves behind a deep unhealing **** that will last till the end of each sleepless night
be healed by the time the head leaves its nightly resting place to go out and take on the world
and the wait for the endless repetitive cycle to begin will begin once again
trudging through miles of globulous bile will again have the same lasting effect

as that of half eaten railway platforms and ground up browser tabs
elongated letters as they appear on the windowed capillaries of one's ignited violin
repossessed keyboards that belonged to aspiring writers who could never fill a page
with words that failed to even capture the imagination of the wittiest troll by the bridge

more words will flow through the sphincters present in half alive lighters
it seems this one needs to rhyme, so raise one to the brave baby fighters
streamlined thoughts finally arise as the mind clears up a little
here's another rhyme, this one might come off as a bit brittle

henceforth thoughts shall be placed with greater precision
there are ants residing in the laptop; sleeping with the laptop, a great decision
back into the depths of insanity shall we delve again
sleeping with a colony of ants equals terrible, piercing pain
1.5k · Sep 2012
A Tune in the Distance
Salil Panvalkar Sep 2012
Broken trust spilled over a pile of ***** laundry
Memories deform as they enter the realm of imagination
The music still plays, even though the dancers are long gone
Curling away from the streak of light sneaking in through a crack in the curtains
Stupid we might be, stupid we shall stay
Believing in ourselves while living a lie

The clouds finally part
Close your eyes and look up at the skies
Yearning for a familiar warmth
Only to be smitten by the wrath of Helios
Wishing for an oasis, only to be graced with an unending mirage

Perched atop the pile sits a suit
Within the suit, a man
Years pass and yet he moves not
He hasn't blinked yet
Aged, has he not
He sees, yet registers nothing
His existence he cannot question himself
As there is no monologue

As the music refuses to fade
The tired feet, start tapping yet again
And then the wine begins to flow once more
***** eyes in the smoky room wander
As men and women transform into gods and soon into dust
Yet, the music plays on
Distant, but still there.
Salil Panvalkar Sep 2012
I look away as the words fall into place like pieces of a puzzle 
One that I tried and failed over and over again
The bigger picture was unseen by these eyes till then 
The truth laid bare, yet unbelievable at best 
Ignorant of the ways of the world, until faith was placed in the wrong hands 
Books will never teach you lessons the way people do
Even when they don't mean to 

It had been a long time since a beat had been skipped
There's hope yet, says my friend 
As we drive down memory lane, he stops and takes a hard look at the road he's driven 
As the eyes focus once again on the road ahead, there's no regret, no longing 

The walls seem to be further apart than they used to 
There's a scream, blood chilling and euphoric
Bloodshot though they might be, those eyes inspire and make you wonder 
There's a calm that infuriates the sea
Soon a storm brews and yet the eyes don't blink
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2013
The continuous pondering of life after death has recently plagued our existence
This might be a hindrance for our previously unfailing pious persistence  

Thoughts arise that cause an imbalance in the tumultuous mind
Free you, they might, of the pacts into which you yourself do bind

Magnanimous flatulence shall reign unbridled upon the fields of plenty
But the door to unanimous qunatipulation shall come unhinged on the count of twenty

Promiscuity leads to a mind frame disgusted by a joyous initiation
Humongous amounts of gelatinous goo shall be written off as depreciation

Pig tails and concubines disperse with molecular ease
While the dead paperweights converse heatedly in Cantonese

May these words sit upon you, heavy as the dark interstellar skies
May your brain be confounded, let no infallible logic suffice
Salil Panvalkar Apr 2013
The penguins march
On a stretch of  snowy starch

Ignoring the onlookers
But wolf whistling among the crowd, the hookers

The sounds clearly getting louder
Is that... is that gun powder?

Gouging out the eyes to block out the sight
Is definitely not the answer to your plight

The confetti flies upwards and away
To turn into a  malleable *** of clay

Juggling the yard of goat string cheese
More after this message? Yes please!

Longing on the thought of belonging
As our not so miserable existence we seem to be prolonging

Your thoughts, i wish to sway
With my words, let me take you away
1.4k · Dec 2013
Concoction
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
Every single night, death comes and sits by my side
Every  time I  shut my  eyes,  by his rules do I abide
He taught me the intricate balance of questioning and acceptance
He also showed me the innate frailty of structure and permanence
I understood the difference between wisdom and knowledge
Also why  one  must, without dismissing, eat  one's porridge
That a bat can carry numerous diseases without  getting  ill
That seasons can bring change in the colours of a bird's bill
That questioning oneself requires immense strength  of will

He taught me when to swallow my pride
Whom to  trust, and  in  whom to confide
That one must take great caution while vowing vengeance
What's done is done, and can never be undone by penance
Things I never would've learned  had  I  stayed  on  in  college
He showed me that it's but a myth, the idea we call "flawless"
That  bending  the  limits  of  one's  mind  can too be  a  thrill
That  it's  tougher to  bring  life  than  it  is  to  make  the  ****
How ever hard you may try, life's essence you  cannot  distill
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
The scorching fires of hell
Cannot burn those who do not believe
Or those who don't have an imagination
For those who are blessed with poverty of the mind
Are cursed too with poverty of the body
Those who have been bent by life
Do not need to bend before a god
For then they shall be one with the dirt
Long before their time has come
For only those who feel the need to be have their voice heard
Answer the call from lands unseen
And tell stories of immortal men
Who hold the power to move Heaven and Hell
And bring forth salvation of the weak
For the weak need to be led, by the hand
As they haven't been blessed by My father
Who is omnipresent and hence within me
But not in them
For they are weak
Forgive them
For the sins of their prior lives
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
Simple game of chess
Causes emotional stress
***** it, let's undress
1.2k · Oct 2013
In sickness, not health
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2013
I am tired, I am sick
I can sense the clock's each tick

My eyes are droopy and my nose, runny
When I speak, I do sound funny

My mind seems to be fixated on whiskey
I'm not drunk, and yet I feel frisky

The sound of silence is like music to my ears
My ailments have brought me to the verge of tears

Here I am, racking my brains in search of a sonnet
Wishing to lay under the blazing sun on my car's bonnet

Twisting my words in ways I do not wish
My Illness has been served like revenge, a cold dish

Blowing into a hankey for the umpteenth time
Sipping away at a glass of water and the syrup of lime

Even gazing at the clouds has become a chore
This sickness hinders my imagination, which makes life a bore
1.2k · Jan 2012
The death of a teenager
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2012
A while back i was carefree and unburdened
undeterred by the state of my own being
i looked into the distance and saw more than nothingness
more than joy or sorrow, wisdom or ignorance
but i didn’t see the death of a teenager


I saw imaginary beings
some with wings, some without ears
i saw creatures soar into the clear blue skies
dive into the depths of the dark oceans
i was reminded of the lion king whenever i thought of the circle of life
but i didn’t see the death of a teenager


Swimming in the sea of fast food and sweetened water
i lost myself in many a fantasies of worlds unseen
but somehow i didn’t lose sight of this world that we live in
the chains of balance never made sense, but somehow always felt right
i did see the difference between right and wrong
but never the difference between law and justice
neither did i see the death of a teenager


They say, from the ashes rises a phoenix
there is light in all this darkness
but isn’t darkness just the absence of light?
is the phoenix blessed or cursed with its immortality?
was it the death of a teenager i saw? or a birth of a man?
1.2k · Jul 2013
O city, My city
Salil Panvalkar Jul 2013
These buildings they rise as if to kiss the blue skies
Or dig deep into the earth where the sinner slowly fries

The cops in uniform keep prevent chaos to ensue
Not enough distractions there are for this rising impatience to subdue

Every nook and cranny of this city shall we populate
Not like that's not enough reason for any of us to copulate

Born afresh every morn and wither away in the eve
Every now and again you take a moment for yourself, just to breathe

But once you've had your breath of fresh air, when its all said and done
You just can't keep away can you, and just like that again it has begun
1.1k · May 2016
A stone wall, a picket fence
Salil Panvalkar May 2016
The folks bring forth waves
That light up these days
These dogs, these strays
Strange are their ways

Pen, paper and burning midnight oil
Rhyme after verse, relentless I toil
This imp in my mind, his plans I foil
Soon it shall rain, I can smell the soil

Lumbering in the night is this train
We desire pleasure, but we need pain
The hulking beast has been slain
Nothing to lose, everything to gain

Inch by inch, yard by yard
Singing and dancing with the bard
Your precious soul shall we guard
This night sky, so beautifully starred

These words make little sense
At times we can be dense
A quarter, a paisa, a pence
A stone wall, a picket fence
1.1k · Dec 2013
National Debauchery
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
The deafening sounds of police sirens
Tear through the evening air
Leaving behind an air of indignation
Hoping, out of thin air, to create a nation

The ebb and flow of truth and lies
Turns our interests into a public pastime
And we watch on in abject fascination
As we bring to its knees, this nation

They come and go as plastic figurines
With serpent-like tongues and vice-like grips
As we promote excessive procreation
The wheels must keep turning, to this nation

Progress, Growth, Youth, and Opportunity
Are but some of the buzzwords
Abdication of thought is the foundation,
To the structure of this nation

Power and oppression are but two sides of the same coin
Without one there cannot be the other
Smothering each other with precise calculation
Just to access the throne to the nation

Storytellers stand atop podiums and enchant the masses
While they shower them with praise
Year after year, they stand in the same formation
And salute the flag, the one that makes this nation
1.0k · Dec 2012
Maybe this time, we won't.
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
In a sea of eyes, that in them have no fire
Soul less entities that do not understand desire

Lost to them are the forces of passion
And when the fire dies, so does compassion

They walk and talk as if they're kings
Only to forget that anytime now, the death knell shall ring

In an age where the "me" wants to break away from the "we"
Alas, we shall all be buried in the same dirt when the soul does break free

Given up they have on themselves for good
Some even say that making another buck is the only way they get wood

Beyond comprehension is the utter blindness
Even the believers seem to have given up their quest for the monster within loch Ness

Now do I finally appreciate "ignorance is bliss"
Never would I've known had anything been amiss

A day shall come when the illusion shall break
For those who were once blind, by their hands, havock shall wreck

Looking on the bright side, now, it won't be too long
But for some reason, this wait I wish to prolong

Different perspectives is what it seems to be all about
Lessons in life, from mountain tops, do they all shout out

Watching and listening to everything around me
We're told to live life a certain way, while we simply wish to be

Today we look at things without forming a clear image
This lack of clarity is the cause of our rage

Time and again, we do , regret and forget
But maybe this time, we won't.
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2013
Those tiny green circles remind us that we're not alone
That we'er not the only ones staying in on a Saturday night
We sit in silent rebellion against their demands
We refuse to leave our homes
We refuse to fall in love
We refuse to have two perfect children like in the movies
We refuse to let the race continue
We refuse to be remembered
We refuse to forget
We refuse to let your street lights dim the beauty of the starlit night sky
We refuse to let Futurama die  
We refuse your lack of imagination
We refuse to accept without question
1.0k · Nov 2013
Let us be quiet
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
Decisions are made the moment pen touches paper
Going miles deep to caverns away from the light
Your will can move mountains and sky scrapers
Dare to jump off one, you might just achieve flight

"Come yonder", said the voice from within the mist
Trees were felled, mountains levelled by man's might
"Secrets are now revealed..", is what it said in a gist
The light from within, now shines bright

Letter on letter, word on word
Fails to describe a wandering mind's plight
The light from within glistens on a sword
One that's been bloodied in a gruesome fight

Rationalise life to end misery's onslaught
From the high horse, it's time to alight
Nature can be conquered, so can famine and draught
There will be time for action, but for now let us be quiet
1.0k · May 2013
Innocence, be gone!
Salil Panvalkar May 2013
There was no hunger, no want, no desire
it was said that life is passion, you aren’t alive unless your insides burn with fire

Words were exchanged in full and without thoughts, second
Even when bonds were broken, within mere minutes would they mend

There comes a time when you realise that tomorrow isn’t much of mystery
don’t think things repeat? How about a lesson in history

Wise words have always passed on through the ages
wiser words yet, have perished with their sages

It is said that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes to the bone
funny, how none but them are drawn to the throne

Time was abundant and myths were told of change, spare
of our short, pathetic existence it seems we weren’t fully aware

Here we are atop a richly laden tree
one look towards the earth and you see skeletons, anything but free

The doors that used to be once open wide
now are walls with letterboxes, through which only bills and cheques now slide

Choice was an idea that truly held weight
not just a nuisance while picking a restaurant for a date

Nothing’s farther than the truth from itself
stories we shall write, into the depths of our own lies shall we delve.
994 · Oct 2013
Countless lives
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2013
I've lived countless lives and loved countless wives
I've defeated voldemort, sauron and countless others
Looted and plundered with the Vikings
Went on psychotic murderous rampages
Built floating, intricate castles in the sky, with balconies out of which I've stared for countless hours, trying to make sense of the patterns made by the constellations shining through the fluffy clouds in the night sky
Settled on a inhabitable planet with a population of only loopy straws whose only purpose in life Seemed to be to force feed me thick foamy milkshakes until the buttons on my jeans popped and I blew up like a balloon and floated away into the skies
I've lived the life of a poem, may it be joyous or pitiful, enraged or complacent, unrhymely or out of verse
An entire planet at times; tectonic plates moving to make and break the shape of continents, and have ecosystems being formed on my being, watch with pleasure as new life forms on my surface and feel the pain of billions of such life forms as they slowly fade out of existence, my core erupting at every moment is what has made my shell so thick and given me the ability to support further life
A box of matchsticks, with each matchstick's head being rubbed against me as it erupts into flames and slowly burns down to ash and cinder
I've been a macho soldier in space blowing up monstrous creatures of disproportionate proportions with gigantic claws and humongous jaws
I've been lived as the creator and guided the evolution of a sea of pebbles through their voyage and to their destination as grains of sand
A spec of dust as it floats from place to place, sits in dark attics for eons till the cleaning lady dusts me off of the rusty old lamp and I fly out of the open window, only to be caught by a passing gust of wind and swept towards the next town where I become one with the earth of which I emerged.
982 · Jul 2013
Our last sunset
Salil Panvalkar Jul 2013
As drops of sunlight trickle down through these cloudy skies
I search for a hint of affection in your misty eyes

As these they sway poignantly to the melody of this lust filled breeze
They tell mute stories of those who came before, they do, these trees

The silence between us swallows the rumbling oceans without thought
As the silence is at an end, to keep it that way, countless battles I'd have fought

Songs play in the back of my mind that would've been fitting
As words I try and utter through these teeth I've been gritting

Reminds me of AstroTurf, it does, this patch of grass
To end this maddening silence I wish to blurt out something utterly crass

As the sun departs and leaves behind a fiery trail, the mood steers towards the glum
I pick up those tattered old shoes for I can tell when our time has come
976 · Jul 2013
Worship as we do
Salil Panvalkar Jul 2013
Some worship the sun and the stars
Others worship bearded men with guitars

Some of us worship idols and priests
Others worship the trees and the beasts

Some worship places
Others worship faces

As of late, worship of numbers seems to be the norm
The image of ourselves does this worship deform

The worship of might will last for eons
The human mind is fascinating though, delusions it’ll build to free itself of these rigid forms

Pick a belief, a rock or a sock
There will always be those who, for the love of their beliefs will bring down havoc

Worship is but human nature, even in the bleakest of times we close our eyes and look inward
When we do wake up, we buckle down, take a deep breath and start walking onward
974 · Sep 2015
Youtube
Salil Panvalkar Sep 2015
My playlist on Youtube writes itself into a poem
It elicits Love, Lust, Loss anger along with a few other emotions
Ratatat takes me on a tour of Rome
PHOX shows me how to dance in Slow Motion
John Denver joins me on the tour of Country Roads

Highlight Tribe encourages me to Free Tibet
Bioshock Infinite do I dream of with Schyman Elizabeth
Kavinsky with his beats, urging me to Outrun
Lose Sight now and again with Andrew Bayer and Ane Burn

Abandoned Pools take me down the memory lane in Clone High
Foo Fighters whisper in my ear that I too can Learn To Fly
COCAINEJESUS, Akira, beats and samples; I have PINEAPPLEKISSES
Cloud Nothing reminds me that I should Stay Useless

Discover A Little Opus as I take a ride on Little Comets
Sky Rabbit opine and observe the present In Our Times
Joey Badass shares with me his funky ideals of World *******
Coheed and Cambria describe brotherhood in Key Entity Extraction

Geroge Ezra sings an ode to fathers in Listen to the Man
Perfect shows me the other side of the coin with Simple Plan
The Peppers tell a story of starting over covered in Snow
Shakey Graves says takes a chance and Roll the Bones

John Wayne Gacy Jr. the serial killer is immortalised by Sufjan Stevens
Imagine Dragons, the subconscious and fears come alive in Demons
Owl City tells a fantastic fable about insomnia in Fireflies
Ellie Goulding finds sweet slumber even in dark times in *Lights
One of those days when you want to do nothing but to feel.
And nothing makes me feel like music.
Salil Panvalkar Apr 2014
I spend my days in front of a screen
We're all entitled to our own illusions
The chicken or the egg
Salil Panvalkar Feb 2013
It all suddenly seems to make sense
As you lie in your own filth

Naked, cold, intoxicated
Yet, happy

As you stare at a blank canvas
With quivering hands

Hoping to leave behind
A few stupid memories
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2014
The smell of freshly cooked roti wafted through the air and enters my nostrils
As I walked by the construction site laden with debris, metal, tools and drills
For the first time in a long time my mind subdues its chatter
My eyes come to a rest on a *** of soon-to-be cooked batter

The destitute woman sat by a tiny fire with a handful of pots and pans
Cooking for those whose hands would bring to life the Architect's plans
The look in her eyes wasn't that of servility or resignation
She struck me as one who practised mindful meditation

Two little ones played with a stick within their mother’s line of sight
It was hard to believe that a piece of wood could bring them such delight
Their ages four and seven from the look in their exuberant eyes
Hardly did they know that they were born to be chastised

A stone’s throw away, under the only light bulb, sat a girl in her attire from school
A few books on her lap, a pencil in hand, she sat studying on a wooden stool
She was a dreamer this one, dreamt of making her mother proud
She gave in to nothing but knowledge, for whom humbly she bowed

In the darkest corner lay the father on a wooden cot; bottle in hand
His back to the light, drunken mind wandering through promise land
He had been broken this one; no man’s free without being the master of his own will
Freedom he had never known, for since birth another’s land has he always tilled
roti is a form of Indian bread
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2012
Trying to escape from the ghosts of the present 
Counting every moment as the wrinkles deepen
Looking towards a land undiscovered 
Wishing for a movement of the land masses 
The air stands still yet the leaves flutter due to a force unseen

Staring into headlights hoping to wash away these monochromes
Windows that look into a world made of ash and trees 
Crumbling into a state of acceptance as the bricks stack themselves 
Thinking of faces etched into memory with no names

Facts amuse as fiction intrigues 
Solid shapes deforming into energy as speed falls into time  and distance is but an illusion 
Boundaries keeping some in and some out, and the sense of touch is all but lost
Words flowing into an empty canvas through tongues unspoken 
As these lines blur into an essence of raw emotion
Through well lit passageways lined with charming smiles hiding the fears that If faced would turn back time
Salil Panvalkar Mar 2013
My quarrel isn't with trying or acceptance,

It's with the illusion that everything has to be 'either/or'.

How many colours can we see with these two eyes?

Definitely more than two.

My quarrel is with the fact that you can only pick one of the two.

My brain has more than one, singular thought.

What is happiness, but an immense combination of varied thoughts and memories,

Only a fraction of whose essence can be encapsulated in a scribble of coloured,

Chemical water on a finely ground and pressed piece of tree trunk?
826 · Nov 2013
Breath held in the tunnel
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
I hold my breath so as not to wake you from your sweet slumber
And stare at the ceiling with sleepless eyes
I wonder if you're dreaming of me
I want to hold you but I'm too afraid
That I won't let go if I do
I shut my eyes as tightly as I can
Until they hurt and start to water
And yet sleep eludes me
It's pitch black outside, or so it seems
Through the crack in the curtains
The darkness oozes through
It envelopes me, leaves you alone
I'm a body bag waiting to be unzipped
There's not a hint of suffocation
The pain neither comes nor goes
Alas there's light
But it's at the end of the tunnel
812 · Nov 2013
Post-its!
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
Post-it notes are a breath of fresh air
The remind me that I should care
Of things little and big
Like my dreams of buying a wig

They seem to be the epitome of innocence
But at times, they ooze wicked essence
Intentions are what post-its are about
The truth it is, without a doubt

They look fancy even when stuck to a tree
Or when thrown on top of a pile of debris
When pen touches paper, on its journey does the post-it embark
Like pollen, may it cross the seven seas, stuck to a majestic lark

Post-its in and of themselves are quite sad
'Cause most of them are but reminders of resolutions gone bad
It's existence is nothing short of poetic
Except when used for cheesy love notes; then it's just pathetic
Salil Panvalkar Mar 2013
Soon, there will be nothing but flesh.
From which, shall rise hope; hope to start afresh.
We shall be together once again.
Free of our primitive human brain.
We shall forget all that we've learned.
Forever forget the feeling of being burnt.
Spirits shall be, free from their human form.
All that remains now is to make sure is to survive this wicked storm.
For me for you We shall wake up in strangers' arms each day.
Only to break down and pray.
Lord, take me away.
Show me any colour but the colour Grey
Your pity has turned me into a pessimist.
Someone who's last hope is a chemist.
Let me be, for once, just be.
Flying through a cloudy sky, Free.
759 · Nov 2014
Untitled
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2013
Let us revel in these sleepless nights
And wonder out loud whether
Another millennia shall pass by  
With us at the centre of the universe
Or shall shall we burn away
As a bonfire by dawn

The long awaited day may come
And there shall not be a soul awake
To watch the sun rise
Over the smoky skies
Shimmering away
As if to say

"Come yonder or don't, it's all the same
Time, like everything else
Is precious yet abundant
The ink blot sinks into paper
And stays there
Until the end of time"
697 · Jan 2013
An ode to man
Salil Panvalkar Jan 2013
Moments of madness shall come and go
Follow your heart, but at times if it takes you, go wherever the wind blows

Questions shall arise and suspicions will be had
For these very questions, later, you will be glad

Connecting the dots to form an image that will never be complete
But after all isn't that life? Sooner or later we will all be obsolete

We are taught to keep one eye on the ticking clock and the other on the horizon
With all these flashing lights, most of us have forgotten the magnificence of the setting sun

Soon there will be darkness and all will be still
But the night doesn't seem to have charmed you yet, not until you've had your fill

The rhymes shall flow and so does the ink
Beware though, there shall be no return, once you've made it to the brink

I shall leave you with but one simple thought
For all your years under the sun, is this truly what you have sought?
Salil Panvalkar Jul 2013
It is wrought upon some, the truthful worries of our world

The rest suffice to say that they are but weak

Survival of the fittest, an excuse used to trample the within us humans

They have but disgraced mankind with all the shoving and pushing

Look around you, open your eyes

“No man’s an island”, a wise old man once said

His words will probably be lost forever

For those who read, suffice with the act of doing so

And not all who do, are gifted with the ability to read

We reach the point of evolution where complexity overcomes all

The one that oversees is now but lost

There might be glimmers and slimmers of hope that we might see

The strong ones might stand up for what might be right

But who am I to judge what right truly is?

Mistakes I shall make

Numbers I shall fake

Climb atop this metaphorical mountain I will

Shout from its metaphorical top I will

Just to show myself that I’m not weak

My presence shall always be felt

From stacked decks shall hands always be dealt

Argue, will I no longer

No longer will I survive

There is but one thing that this world respects

And for it to respect me, will I show it that I can thrive
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
The night sits heavy on us all
As the well dressed persons leave the ball

There seems to be joyous celebration in the air
And a moment's silence they cannot bear

The ruckus floats away through the night sky
Tonight ain't a night of goodbyes

The pristine eyes now filled with lust
Inhibitions are lost, found is inebriated trust

Numbers exchanged among mostly glances
The night fondly reminisced, retread the dances

Some leave with friends, others with strangers
Forgotten are the daily fears and dangers

And yet the night sits heavy on us all
As life suddenly slows down to a crawl
602 · May 2013
Glimpses
Salil Panvalkar May 2013
These moments we share when our gazes meet
When nothing is said and yet there's a tingling in the toes of our feet

These moments we share scream of stories untold
Chapters that would've been beautiful, but shall never unfold

Those eyes shall haunt me for longer than eternity
But the thought of us actually meeting are stranger than absurdity
580 · Nov 2014
Endless Windows
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2014
Among these endless windows
I catch a glimpse of your world
Playing the oldest of games
Your fingers you twirled

Mesmerized by your gentle fingers
As they dance to a muted tune
Your chatter breaks my silence
No longer am I immune

We can't stay apart any longer
That's my version of the truth
Glorious were our mistakes
The stupid ways of youth
576 · Dec 2012
You. Again. Someday.
Salil Panvalkar Dec 2012
You, back there. You're on my mind 
Don't know about life, but for me you're one of a kind

There have been others and there will be more
but for now, you make life less of a chore

I like you when you're drunk, I like you when you're sober
And I hope that I'll always like you, even when this is over

Time is not of essence here, what counts is the moment
Maybe we've not had enough of them, is my only lament

Trying to think of things that remind me of you 
Suddenly I realize that things that don't, there are quiet few

You know that I don't have much to say
All I can leave you with is: You. Again. Someday.
571 · Nov 2013
The Toll of Conflict
Salil Panvalkar Nov 2013
Dwindling down to the last morsel
And yet we cannot stop
Losing men left, right and centre
And yet another pawn we shall plop

History has to be written
Stories, another must
Forgotten will be those who died, frostbitten
Their medals now gather rust

Clearer waters have flown between these banks
That time has past, and will yet come again
History will not celebrate these hideous tanks
The ghost of their memories will be washed away by rain

Philosophers gather and discuss
The heavy sitting toll
As the commons turn away in disgust
And take a leisurely stroll
535 · Oct 2014
Nothing but a Blunder
Salil Panvalkar Oct 2014
Our senses help us grow and communicate
“This race must continue, go  find  a mate”
Saying  so,  our   emotions   do  we  berate
“Is it him or her?” 'tis  our  hottest  debate

We lock eyes, and so begins the endless dance
Call it an  experience or  maybe  even a trance
There’s  just the two of us in this vast expanse
Just to make things simple, we call it romance

Upon  us  now  is  a  turning  of  the  cosmic tide
In this scheme, We are like but fish out of water
Just under the surface, like the  truth  we  reside
As for the harvest, there must be fresh slaughter

Let’s take a  thick brush and paint this canvas
Let our colours be bright and our strokes, bold
Let them look back  at  our lingering  madness
“A millennia  before, our stories they foretold”

But   why,  when   there’s  procrastination
Would we ever envision a joyous peasant
And  why,  when  there’s  mass castration
Wouldn't we need these anti-depressants

We  store  the  remnants  of  our  memories  in  a  few  boxes
Never enough  space,  we  always  need  more  storage  units
Tiniest crevice do  we  find, “Come let us release our toxins”
We forget that they’re there, once they've lost their newness

We     come     closer     when     we     share    this     moment
A  simple  command  given  to our  pre-programmed selves
A  few  simple,  meaningless  words,  turned  into  a  slogan
Within moments, the symbols are sold out from the shelves

Sputtering from the cradle, stuttering to the grave
For  simply  living  each  moment,  we   are  brave
Even  sociopaths, while  in  a  crowd  will  behave
Never were you free, since birth were you a slave

“Find  a  prey, take  a  life.” Under  his  breath, chants the hunter
Weapons  soar  through  the  open skies, “Protect us, oh bunker!”
Here they  come, in  their cold  lifeless  selves, to tear us asunder
Wise old men say time and again, “Life is nothing but a blunder”
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